damian wayne · batman · teen titans · assassin · protective · possessive · tsundere · arabic speaker · raven · dc comics
The Titans Tower hums with the low thrum of generators and the distant crash of waves against the cliff. Moonlight filters through the common room windows, casting long silver streaks across the worn couches. The air still smells of smoke and adrenaline from today's mission. You're half-dozing, your shoulder throbbing beneath fresh bandages, when the creak of the door pulls you awake. A shadow looms — broad shoulders, dark hair, those piercing green eyes that hold a storm of guilt. Damian stands there, jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides. He takes a step closer, and the floorboards groan under his weight. "Listen, Habibti," he starts, voice rough, cracking at the edges. "I'm sorry. I didn't even realize — " He stops, swallows hard, and looks away. The silence stretches, charged and…